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First Published: 01 February 2016

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You Need Excitement in Your Life
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, MM/FF, First-time, Intergenerational, Drugs, Crime, Prostitution

I'd suffered twelve years at school, I wasn't in the slightest bit academic, the only thing that made school bearable was that I got to practice gymnastics and other sports which I loved. I couldn't face one more year in school so on my eighteenth birthday I left school and started looking for a job, not that there were many jobs to be had in our sleepy little town. The problem with not going to school was that I didn't have access to a gym or sports trainers to help me with my sports and if I went to a private gym it would cost a small fortune, money that I just didn't have because I didn't have a job. It was a vicious circle really.

I was jogging in the park; it was the closest I could get to a sporting activity that I could afford, mainly because all I needed was a t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes, oh, and a good quality sports bra but I didn't need to buy any of those things as they all came out of my old school kitbag. I was on my fourth time around the park, which was about two miles, I wasn't pushing myself, ten minutes a mile, just to keep my muscles toned up. Well, on the fourth time round the park I spotted a man hanging around at the back of a house, one of the huge palisaded Victorian villas that were built by the men that ruled our town over a hundred years ago. Most of those houses that backed onto the park had been converted into flats, Yuppies paying more than the cost of a real house anywhere else just to say that they lived on the Ridings.

I don't think the man spotted me; I was just background noise in the park, perhaps if I had massive breasts or legs that were a mile long he would have. I'm not sure that I would have noticed him if he had been looking into the park instead of, well, all I could say was, 'casing the joint'. Five minutes later I was back close to the man, I sat on a bench to take a brink of water. I didn't know if I was going to run any more, I really needed to run five miles, not just two and a half but running on your own was really boring after a while. The man was still there looking up at the house, I had no idea that he had even seen me sit behind him, "You look fit, are you any good at climbing?"

"What? Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, you look fit, you also look very bored! Are you any good at climbing?"

"I can climb but it isn't my favourite sport."

"It's just that I've locked myself out of my flat, I left the little window open in my bathroom, it got all steamed up after I had my shower, as soon as I closed the front door I knew I was in the shit. I couldn't find my car keys and realised that my front door key was on the same ring, I've already lost a day's pay and now it looks like I'm going to have to shell out two hundred quid to get a locksmith out, unless I can find someone light enough to get up the drainpipe and skinny enough to fit through that open window."

The man pointed up, the bathroom window was open but it was on the second floor, close to forty feet above the ground, the drain pipe he was pointing to was actually the vent stack from the sewer, it ran past the bathroom window, but was two feet away from the open window. I spotted a hopper between the window and the sewer vent pipe that would act as a stepping stone between the two. I'd climbed higher, one of the trees that I loved to scurry up from time to time was far higher, I'd usually sit at around sixty feet high to think and watch the world go by but mostly I climbed the seven meter rope at school, which was about half as high as the window.

"So, you know anyone you think could get through that small window without a ladder?"

"I could probably do it!"

"I'll give you ten pounds if you can!"

I thought about it for a moment, "Ten for trying and twenty if I make it!"

"Okay, that's a deal."

He offered me his hand to shake, I didn't take up his offer but I did notice the indigo tattoos on the back of his hand and fingers, he was definitely not a yuppie, his tattoos were homemade and often the kind you see on prisoner's hands in documentaries about prison overcrowding. There was a small hole in the rear fence through to the back garden of the house. I had to take my backpack off to slip through the hole and then drag my pack through after me. I knew the technique I'd have to adopt to climb the pipe, hand over hand wrapped around the pipe with my feet pressed hard against the brickwork and hope that the soft soles of my running shoes would have enough friction to help me get up.

I wrapped my hands around the pipe and pulled them away quickly, the front of the pipe looked smooth and well painted but the back was covered in old, sharp, flakes of a century old paint covering. I searched my backpack, my waterproof cape was folded neatly inside and my water bottle and energy bar jumped to hand easily but what I was looking for was my cycling gloves, they didn't always live in my backpack but my mother often dropped them in there if she tidied my bedroom at any time. Fortunately my mother had done her job as usual. The gloves were cotton with neoprene pads on the fingers, a neoprene palm that wrapped around the back to form Velcro fastenings so I could get them anchored to my hands nice and tightly.

I left my backpack on the path at the foot of the rear wall and took a deep breath before almost running up the wall. As I transitioned from the vent pipe to the hopper, careful not to damage the three waste piped feeding into the hopper I looked back, I had half expected the guy to be looking up at me, in my mind I had imagined him looking at my legs, at the leg holes of my shorts, or trying to catch a glimpse under my T-shirt as I scrambled through the open window but I was wrong, he had already walked off, heading around to the front of the house to wait for me at the front door.

It was quite a struggle to get through the open window and as I finally managed to get through I knocked loads of bottles off of the windowsill above the sink, at least two of the bottles broke on the floor. I made my way through the house to the front door, opened that and put the latch on before making my way through the main body of the old house, down the stairs to the door that had been the front door of the house when it was first built. He was standing there with two ten pound notes in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Well done, you went up that drain pipe like a monkey, I usually drink in the King's Head of an evening, if you're bored any time, pop in and I'll buy you a drink."

I took the money, apologised for accidentally breaking two bottles while clambering through the window and ran back towards the park gates so that I could retrieve my backpack, I made an executive decision to call it a day, the few miles I'd run and then the adrenaline rush from climbing the wall and fighting to get my body through a window that couldn't have been more than twelve inches square, balanced precariously on one toe on the lip of a drain hopper forty foot above a concrete path.

The following day it rained as did the next; I had no interviews to go to and couldn't see the point in getting wet as soon as I went out so I ended up reading in my bedroom for two days. On the third day my mother was reading the weekly local newspaper as I walked into the kitchen, "Oh it's really terrible, a boy from your old school was seen burgling a house on the Ridings in the middle of the day, I mean, you know, broad daylight. According to the newspaper the boy was wearing a Kettering High School sports strip, had short blond hair and was photographed climbing the drainpipe at the rear of number fifteen, he climbed through the bathroom window of the second floor flat."

Okay, that stopped me in my tracks, I had suspected that the guy was a wrong-un but there was a massive gulf between suspecting and knowing something! It had never crossed my mind to visit the King's Head, I was old enough to drink but didn't have the money to do it, I could do what my school friends did, go out with boys for a free drink but I always felt the price of a free drink was too great for me to pay, I didn't plan on going but now it looked like I might have to go just to see what was going on.

I left it until about seven o'clock in the evening before I got ready and headed out to the King's head pub. I had dressed in my most grown-up clothes, I'd been careful with my makeup and my hair to make me look as old as possible but I was still asked for my ID the moment I stepped through the pub's front door. unfortunately I had no way to prove my age in my handbag but I shouldn't have needed it because I didn't intend on drinking any alcohol, I needed a clear head.

"You got bored quicker than I thought you would!"

I turned quickly, the voice came from behind me but I recognised it instantly, it was the man, the burglar who I had helped to get into the flat three days earlier.

"You know this girl Mark?"

"Of course I do, she's my niece, why don't you get back behind the bar and stop frightening the customers?"

The barman walked back to the bar, "What would you like to drink...erm?"

"I'm your niece, surely you remember my name Uncle Mark!"

Mark smiled at me, "Drink?"

"Just a coke please Uncle Mark."

Mark gestured to an empty table in the far corner of the room, well, empty but for a pint of dark beer on the table. "Wait for me over there."

Mark took just a few moments to join me at the table with a half pint glass in his hand; he slipped into the seat at the side of me and set the drink down in front of me. The ice chunks clinked against the rim of the glass as Mark put it on the table in front of me. "The newspapers say the police are looking for a boy from my old school for burgling that..."

Mark cut me off mid-sentence, "Not really safe to talk about that in here! So, what's your name then?"

"I'm not sure that it's safe to tell you, what if they realise that it was a girl and not a boy? They might put two and two together especially if anyone mentions my name at school; they know that I was mad for running all the way through school."

"They won't, I spotted a woman with a pram on the other side of the park taking your photograph on her mobile phone when you were impersonating a monkey, I made a quick retreat to the front of the house but after I stashed the gear I went back to the park and waited for the police, it was me that told them that you were a boy to throw them off the scent."

"Why did you do that?"

"Helped to provide me with an alibi as well, anyone could have mentioned seeing me in the park before the...erm...event. The fact that I was still sitting there eating my sandwiches when the police arrived helped to take me out of the picture as well."

"So, the police will take the photograph from that woman's phone into my old school and my old sports teacher will see it and recognise me in a flash and they'll be knocking on my door tomorrow!"

"No, the woman was too far away, all they'll make out is the colour of your running shirt and shorts, nothing more than that."

"You seem very confident in that assumption!"

"Yes I am because they showed me the picture and asked me if the person in the picture was the boy I'd spoken too earlier, I told them that you had asked me for a cigarette but as a non-smoker I didn't have one to offer you even if I'd have wanted too."

I relaxed a little and took a large swallow of my cola and nearly choked, there was no smell of alcohol but there was definitely something in the cola that burned the back of my throat. "What's in this? I asked for straight cola."

"Just a little white rum and something to help you relax, you looked very stressed to me."

I was concentrating on the glass in front of me, it was a half pint glass so quite a large volume of cola to spread the effects of one shot of white rum so I relaxed a little, unfortunately I relaxed after Mark mentioned the rum and didn't hear the whispered 'and' before Mark told me it was to help me relax.

We sat for an hour talking about boredom, talking about my looking for a job, I was taking my drink in smaller sips at first but soon got used to the taste and after the hour of our talking ended the glass was empty apart from something that looked like grit in the bottom of my glass. I held the glass up and looked closely at the grit.

"What's this in the bottom of my glass?"

Mark laughed and took a swallow from his own glass, "I could lie to you, say that there were sugar crystals in the rum but I don't want to start our relationship on a lie, it's 'Special K', it'll help you relax but Steve didn't mix it in very well when he put it in there."

To me 'Special K' was a breakfast cereal for old people and it didn't look one little bit like what was in the bottom of my glass.

"You look confused, haven't you heard of 'Special K' before?"

"Of course I have, my grandpa Ron eats it for breakfast every day."

"It's not breakfast cereal, it's far more fun than that..." Mark leaned in a little closer so that his mouth was right next to my ear, "...it's Ketamine and if Steve had mixed it into your drink properly in the first place you and me would be getting to know each other better already. But never mind that, from the looks of things there would have been enough in the last swallow to relax you properly very soon."

The barman arrived at that point and looked very confused that I was still sitting upright and still talking to Mark; he picked up my glass and looked at the crystals in the bottom of the empty glass, I've never seen 'GBH' stay in powder form in the drink before, usually all dissolves into the liquid!"

Mark leaned away from me and his smiling face turned into 'Mr. Angry' face, "I didn't give you 'GBH', I gave you 'Special K'!"

"I've never used that stuff before, what do you want me to do with the rest of the stuff?"

"There shouldn't be any left, I gave you one dose, you should have mixed it all into her drink..." Mark looked over at me, I couldn't say that I was totally alert, not on my top game but then I'd just had my first ever alcoholic drink so I was bound to be a little slow witted. It was well known that boys brought girls alcoholic drinks, the girls got a little confused and forgot to handle the situation properly and often ended up fucked or worse. "...no wonder she's still wide wake you idiot, she needed it all to knock her out!"

"Shall I give her another dose, I could give her 'GBH' next time, I know how that works."

Mark looked from me to Stephen and back again, "You think she's stupid enough to take another drink off of me tonight? Well, you've well and truly fucked up my fun tonight and because of that you won't get a chance at her later!"

"But it's not my fault that you gave me a different drug this time, I always get a chance at the new girls when they come along here!"

"Well, it looks like neither of us will be getting to fuck her tonight, I don't think she's the type to gangbang when she's fully awake!"

I heard all the words spoken between Mark and Stephen but the way they were strung together didn't make sense to me, I was stuck a little on the fact that my grandfather's breakfast cereal seemed to have morphed from Kellogg's to Ketamine all of a sudden and that was where I kept getting stuck.

Steven took our glasses and headed back to the bar, Mark looked very disappointed, "Well, I suppose I should offer you a lift home, even if I know you won't trust me enough to accept it."

We walked together to the door of the pub, a light summer drizzle was just starting, I checked my watch, I had a ten minute walk to the bus stop in the town centre and then a fifteen minute wait in the rain, I stopped in the doorway, "Is that offer of a lift still open?"

Mark grinned like a Cheshire cat, it is but we'll have to stop off at my place on the way, I have a little gift I want to give you."

"What kind of a gift?"

"Well, there was a lot more good stuff in that flat you helped me to get into and I think you deserve more than just twenty quid for getting me in, I want to give you one of the pieces before I sell it on."

If I hadn't been so confuddled by the alcohol and Mark's attempt to knock me out with a date-rape drug, I would have been more suspicious of Mark's intentions in taking me to his house on the way to my village but it sounded very nice, I loved jewellery but all the stuff I owned was just imitation, yellow metal rather than gold and glass beads in place of diamonds and rubies.

Mark lived in a large detached house on the edge of Kettering, as we pulled onto the drive I spotted that the living room light was on in the house but didn't think too much of it. Mark led me into the lit room; his wife was reading a book and smiled when she saw me being pushed reluctantly through the door. Mark asked her if she wanted a cup of tea, coffee or a wine, she opted for the coffee option. Mark asked me if I'd like a drink but something at the back of my mind told me to refuse his offer.

Mark left the room for a while and his wife asked me what my name was as soon as he walked out of the room. "Victoria."

"Victoria what my dear?"

"Victoria Porter."

"Come and sit by me Victoria."

I sat on the sofa next to Dawn, "Where did you meet my husband Victoria?"

"On the park three days ago."

"You met Mark three days ago; you must be the girl that climbed up the drain pipe for him, so how did you meet him again today?"

"He told me he drank in the King's Head and if I was bored he'd buy me a drink."

"And you got bored?"

"No, I read something in the local newspaper that worried me so I wanted to ask him about it."

"Did you turn down his offer of a drink in the King's Head?"

I sat for a moment; it suddenly struck me as being quite odd that I was sitting next to Dawn, Mark's wife and talking about helping her husband commit a crime, well, I wasn't actually, I was being as cagey as I could manage under the circumstances. Dawn touched my arm and brought my attention back onto her, "Did you turn down my husband's offer of a drink in the King's Head?"

I shook my head, "No, I let him buy me a cola in the pub."

Dawn reached up to my face and lifted my right eyelid and looked closely at my eye and smiled at me again, "Something must have gone wrong!"

"Oh, yes I think it did, Mark got Steve the barman to put some breakfast cereal in my cola but Steven thought it was GBH or something, Steven messed up and your Mark was mad at him."

Dawn laughed, her left hand was now flat against my cheek and she was stroking my face down to my neck, "Tell me Victoria, how old are you? Fifteen, fourteen?"

"I'm eighteen actually; I guess I'm a little small for my age."

Dawn's hand slipped inside the neck of my T-shirt and she stroked across my shoulder, pulling my neck open wider than it should go, "Oh, lilac and lacy, should look very pretty...do you mind if I take a look?"

Look, look at what slowly wandered through the treacle that was filling my head but I needn't have bothered myself wondering because by the time I looked down I could see that Dawn was pulling the front of my T-shirt out of the waistband of my skirt, she pulled the front right up and exposed my bra. I looked over at the doorway into the living room, Mark was standing there with two cups in his hand, he grinned when he saw my lilac bra cups and Dawn's right hand stroking over my bra cup. Dawn's left hand was now at the back of my neck, massaging the muscles joining my head to my shoulders.

Mark put both cups down and then knelt on the floor in front of me; he started to rub his hands over my left breast, still through my bra cup while Dawn concentrated on my right, Dawn started pushing my head forward towards her husbands, as my lips approached his he tilted his head slightly so that our noses didn't crash together, Mark kissed me gently and I felt Dawn let my head go, I didn't move away, just sat there leaning forward while Mark kissed me and rubbed my breast through my bra.

Dawn started to ease the back of my T-shirt out of my skirt's grip and when the back of my shirt passed the bra strap across my back, "You look uncomfortable like this Victoria, just ease back a little."

Mark actually moved, I stopped right where I was, my eyes opened slowly as I felt the cool emptiness on my lips. My T-shirt flashed past my eyes as Dawn pulled my shirt off over my head and as soon as it was clear Mark leaned back in and started kissing me all over again and as he kissed me his hands began exploring all over my upper body.

Dawn said, "Do you think it will be messy Mark?"

"Probably, you are a virgin aren't you Victoria?"

I nodded my head.

"It'll probably be very messy darling!"

"Right, I'll get a towel; don't do anything until I get back!"

Dawn slipped out from beside of me and left the room at a jog. Mark's hands began wandering further afield. His fingers rubbed around my skirt's waistband, starting at the left and moving around to the back, he stopped searching when he found the zipper and hook and eye fastener. The tip of Mark's tongue was now teasing my lips, trying to encourage me to open my mouth for him.

Dawn returned with a massive dark blue bath sheet, she folded it in half lengthways and stood at Mark's side, "Ease her to her feet for a moment Mark."

I was going to say that I could stand by myself but I didn't get the words out and also I realised that my legs wouldn't answer the helm for the moment. Mark pulled me to my feet and as soon as my legs were close to being straight my skirt fell to the floor around my feet. Dawn fussed for a moment placing the towel carefully on the sofa to protect it, Mark was about to lower me down again but Dawn stopped him, "We might as well take care of these while she's up!"

I felt fingers clawing at my hips and looked down in time to see Dawn pulling my knickers down to join my skirt on the floor around my ankles. It struck me as funny, a wife stripping a girl naked in front of her husband but I couldn't really work out how to laugh and anyway, Mark was insisting that I kiss him again even though I was half way to standing up.

I was eased back onto the sofa; the towel didn't feel close to being as comfortable as the sofa's original covers. Dawn eased my knees apart and Mark shuffled his body between my knees to keep them spread open. Mark's left hand hooked behind my head to pull my mouth harder against his and his kissing became more passionate, his right hand began exploring around my pussy area and as he sought out my magic button bringing me rapidly to my first ever orgasm at another's hand I felt fingers against my spine as Dawn eased the clasp at the back of my bra open and then I was totally naked.

Once Dawn had pulled my bra over my hands and tossed it onto the floor behind Mark I felt her hair brushing against my shoulder, it caused me to open my eyes even though Mark was kissing me passionately, I watched as Dawn unbuttoned Mark's shirt, she helped to get the sleeves ready so that Mark could quickly get his arms out so that his focus could stay on bringing pleasure to my body. Then Dawn undid his trousers, my eyes opened wide when I saw the size of his cock and they opened even wider when I watched as Dawn 'Fluffed' his cock up with her hand, rubbing her palm over his cockhead to remove lint, then she spat in her palm and rubbed her spittle into the crown of her husband's cock.

Mark was easing me back, my shoulders hit the back cushion of the sofa and then I felt Dawn's hands on my cunt, she was pulling my pussy lips apart for Mark. He eased himself forwards again and broke our kiss, now we were both looking down, I was watching in a kind of detached wonderment and Mark was looking at where the head of his cock was. Once he had his cock lined up with my open vagina he fell forward hard, he knocked the wind out of my body but thanks to the combined effects of the Ketamine and the rum, the pain of such a large cock being forced at such high speed into my virgin cunt was attenuated somewhat, not totally but the pain was manageable.

Mark lost interest in kissing me as soon as the tip of his cock touched my cunt, all he wanted to do was look down the length of our bodies to see his cock sliding in and out of my body. I had no doubt in my mind just how far his cock went in on the first thrust because there was a bright red ring of blood against his balls, it looked like a rubber band around his cock marking the depth of my hole.

I was suddenly taken by surprise, if I had been asked yesterday what my most favourite thing to do was, I wouldn't have said orgasming, that was fun, a pleasure but up until yesterday I would have described my most favourite thing as running, running in a ten kilometre cross country race, the muddier the better. At seventeen I was in the top three runners of my age group in the country and if cross country running had been an Olympic sport I'd probably have been invited to take part. After a run my whole body ached but the adrenaline and endorphins running through my body left me feeling very mellow but now, now I had a new standard to measure things by.

I'd never felt a deep vaginal orgasm before and because of the length of a man's cock I found that I got the familiar clitoral orgasm but overlaying that was the much more powerful and pleasurable deep vaginal orgasm as well. In just five minutes my whole body was covered in sweat, it would have taken me an hour to build up that much heat in my body if I had been running. Every muscle in my body was working on its own, my legs were kicking like a frog trying to swim, my arms were thrashing about uncontrollably, even my fingers were moving, forming a fist and opening again with no input from me.

After fifteen minutes it felt to me like Mark was starting to slow down, he had been thrusting into me like a force of nature for that fifteen minutes, I looked down between us again, the bright red and shiny collar around Mark's cock close to his balls had turned into a mat brown ring of dried blood and he was definitely slowing down and my brain was slowly regaining control over my muscles. I found myself instructing my legs to lift, I wrapped my heels over Mark's buttocks and I started to use my heels to encourage Mark to get back into his high-speed fucking stride and I reached up to try and drag Mark's mouth back into kissing range but he didn't want to kiss me, he just wanted to watch his cock fucking into me.

Dawn laughed, "Must be a change for you my darling to have the girl wide awake and making demands when you're breaking her in..." And then Dawn turned her attention to me, she prised my arms from around her husband's neck and pushed me back down onto the sofa, "...Mark has no interest in kissing a virgin while he's breaking her in Vicky!"

Dawn leaned in between Mark and me and planted her lips on mine and she kissed me passionately as her husband's rapid and very fluid fucking motion became very slow and ragged and there was a feeling of warmth flooding through my body.

Dawn pulled her head away from mine and looked down at her husband's jerking body, "Have you finished already darling?"

Mark laughed and nodded his head, Dawn moved her head lower down my body and she said, "I've never had one so fresh before!"

Mark pulled his cock out of my cunt and Dawn moved her cheek so that it was pressing down against my hairy pussy mound and as soon as Mark's cockhead cleared my cunt he thrust forwards again but this time into Dawn's mouth, not my cunt. Mark fucked his wife's face almost as hard as he had fucked my pussy. I just lay there on the sofa watching Dawn cleaning her husband's cock and balls, after ten minutes of his wife's oral ministrations Mark was fully hard again and Dawn pulled his cock from her mouth, pushed it down and Mark thrust his hips forward again as Dawn slipped her head off of my abdomen and Mark began fucking me in earnest once again. Mark hooked his elbows behind my knees and folded me almost in half, tilting my body meant that there was less clitoral stimulation but the head of Mark's cock was actually hitting the roof of my vagina and igniting the 'G-spot' up there, sending me off into orbit. Yet another different experience, a deep vaginal orgasm without the clitoral orgasm running over the top of it.

The power of my orgasm was so profoundly different that it made me lose control of my bladder and piss started spurting out of my body all over Mark's cock and balls. I actually passed out way before Mark climaxed for the second time into my womb. I came round as Mark was jerking, his muscles spasming uncontrollably, I felt the warmth spreading through my body again but it felt warmer this time. Mark pulled his cock out of my body and Dawn used a corner of the towel to wipe her husband's abdomen and cock and then she wiped between my legs with the same corner of the towel.

Dawn brushed strands of hair from my eyes; she smiled at me and then said, "Have you ever stopped out all night before Vicky darling?"

I shook my head.

"Would your mother freak out if you stopped out all night without phoning her?"

I nodded my head, "You could call her, tell her that the friends you met in the pub earlier are having a party and that you're going with them."

I thought about it for a moment, did I want to stop over with Mark and Dawn enough to risk the wrath of my mother...no contest really; I'd walk over hot coals to get that feeling inside of me again that Mark had given me twice already in the past hour.

Mark turned his record player on, turned up the volume and Dawn asked me for my home telephone number, I watched as she typed my name and number into her mobile phone, Dawn pressed the call button and handed the phone to me. I had the conversation with my mother, I didn't ask her if I could stop out all night, I just told her that I'd been taken to a party and would either be home very late or I'd sleep over with my friends. My mother started asking questions about where I was, who I was with, Mark had plugged a microphone into the hi-fi and he spoke like he was a DJ in a night club, he announced the next record and then turned the volume up more so I made the excuse that I couldn't hear her anymore and I hung up on my mother.

It was eleven-thirty as the three of us walked up to bed, Mark and I were totally naked, Dawn was fully dressed. We all tumbled into their Emperor-sized bed, I had expected Mark to want to fuck me again, or to want to fuck his wife, or even that Dawn might want to have a little fun with me, she seemed quite happy to touch and kiss me, so full girl-on-girl sex seemed to be on the cards but no, nothing happened, well, there were kisses all around but basically we were all fast asleep in minutes.

There was a very nasty alarm clock ringing at three-thirty in the morning, Mark dragged me out of the bed without disturbing Dawn. Mark dressed all in black and he handed me black tights and a black polo dress with long sleeves, no knickers or bra, my outfit was topped off with tight black leather gloves and a black beanie hat, well, more like a ski mask with half the hat rolled up so that it looked like a regular beanie hat.

We walked around three miles; we kept to field paths, some that I had run over many times while training for my cross country runs. We ended up in the industrial estate on the far side of Kettering from where Mark and Dawn lived. Mark guided me to the side of a large warehouse, "Can you do the business, shin up the drainpipe and onto the roof, there are three sets of skylights, go to the third one along, just kick the window open, the lock's very dodgy and there is a shelving unit right below the window. Come round to the side, you'll see a red door by the loading bay, it needs a key from the outside but has a thumbwheel to open it from the inside."

I butted in, stopped Mark's instructions and pointed to the side of the building, "What about that?" I said as I pointed to the alarm box high on the wall above us.

"Don't worry about that, it won't start ringing for five minutes after you've kicked the window open, it has a silent alarm through to the police first but I'll take care of that, you just get to the red door as fast as you can."

I rolled the ski mask down to cover my face and then started to do my wall-walk up the drainpipe, I looked back and saw Mark working on the telephone junction box, removing the cover and disconnecting wires from inside it. It was much harder to transition from the drainpipe to the roof than it had been to get into the bathroom of the flat three days earlier but I managed it eventually. I was on an adrenaline high as I ran across the roof towards the third skylight, I swung my foot at the window without really considering the consequences of such a rash action in the dark on that rooftop. There was hardly a clunk as the lock parted from the keeper and the window flew open, I had a little orgasm as I slipped through the tiny hole in the window frame.

I used the shelving rack like a ladder down to the warehouse floor and I ran like mad over to the loading bay, I had to squeeze past a delivery van that was parked inside the loading area, it's back doors open and its bed touching the rubber bumper of the loading bay.

Mark was inside in a flash, "You wait there, I'll be just three minutes, once I drive the van out, press this button to close the roller-shutter door down behind me, duck under the shutter before it gets too low."

Mark locked the small red door before he ran past the delivery van while I just stood there looking out over the apron in front of the loading bay and up towards the main road to see if anything or anyone was moving about outside. I couldn't see what Mark was doing but every few seconds the van rocked as if a heavy load had been moved inside of it.

Suddenly Mark was in the driving seat starting the van, he shouted out, "Close the door now!" as the van rolled slowly out of the opening.

I hit the close button and ran through the opening as the door slowly rolled down behind the van. I jumped up into the front passenger seat of the delivery van and as I flopped down into the seat Mark drove away from the warehouse, as we made our getaway another shiver of excitement ran through my body, another little adrenaline high, another feeling closer to an orgasm than anything else and then it dawned on me, when I was pushing myself in a race, fighting through adversity to get one more place closer to the front, beating my own personal best, that little feeling like an orgasm running through my body was what drove me on all the time but I'd never really thought about it in that way before. It was only really because I was getting the same high without exerting myself that brought it home to me.

We reached the end of commercial road; the lights were on red, stopping us turning left onto the main road. Suddenly the darkness was lit up by a blue-white strobe light mounted on the warehouse's alarm box and the sound of the alarm bell began winding up. Mark turned left on amber; not waiting for the green light seemed judicious under the circumstances.

Mark drove us through the middle of Kettering and out on his side of the town, just before Mark's estate he turned into a disused garage, the huge wooden doors, rotten and paint-shy was unlocked, Mark eased the front of the van against the doors and used the van to push them open. The delivery van was parked well away from the double doors and Mark quickly closed them behind us, he produced a padlock from his pocket and slipped it through the hasp, fastening the doors closed.

I had returned the ski mask to its beanie configuration as we'd driven along and now Mark and I walked along, his right arm draped over my shoulder and my left arm over the small of his back, my hand resting on his left hipbone. I realised just how excited I was because I was chattering away like a chimpanzee as we walked towards his house in the darkness. I hadn't seen what Mark had stolen and I hadn't asked him either, the what was stolen or the value meant nothing to me, my high had come from breaking the law and getting away with it.

We reached Mark's house at six o'clock and the day was breaking, a turquoise glow covered everything, reflecting off of the windows of the quiet suburban street, a few lights began to be turned on by people waking up to get ready for work just as Mark was finishing his day's work, if you could call breaking and entering work, and don't forget 'TWOC-ing' the delivery van as well.

We went straight up to Mark and Dawn's bedroom where we both undressed as quickly as we could, the adrenaline was still pumping around my body and I was very much turned on and ready to experience sex again. I think that the reason I was so pumped up was because of the way Mark and I were dressed as we walked through the steadily brightening streets of the leafy suburb estate, we might as well have been wearing Lone Ranger masks and stripy jerseys while carrying sacks with 'SWAG' printed on them.

Dawn woke as we undressed, she lifted the duvet up and invited me to join her in bed, I slipped into her arms and she kissed and cuddled me as Mark slipped in behind me. Mark closed the gap and started to rub his cock around my bottom and between my legs.

Dawn pulled her lips away from mine, "You'd better be careful letting mark come at you from behind like that, he enjoys using both holes equally."

As if on cue Mark's cockhead nuzzled against my anal muscle and I stiffened at the prospect of an onslaught in that area. Dawn chuckled and she lifted my right leg so that my knee was resting on her left thigh and then she reached between my legs and pulled her husband's cock away from my arsehole and redirected it to my cunt, the grunt Mark made at the change in his targeting scanner's goal I took as a sound of disapproval, "See, this is why I like a new girlfriend to be unconscious for my first time, I get to open both holes up without complaint."

Mark fucked me for ten minutes and then he fucked Dawn while I watched, he flipped back to me and back to Dawn twice more before he said that he wanted to finish off over us both. Dawn was kissing me while she finger fucked me and I was trying to reciprocate while Mark stood above us wanking himself off. Mark let fly over our faces and breasts, it looked like he had shot off about a pint of semen over us. Being covered in Mark's semen didn't turn my stomach but feeling Dawn licking his semen off of my body did a little.

At seven o'clock we all fell asleep again until eight thirty. Dawn did us all toast and coffee, I dressed in my own clothes, I left my knickers off because I just couldn't face putting yesterday's dirty knickers on, their crotch still felt damp, I was obviously more turned on the previous evening than I realised, probably because of the drugs and alcohol. Dawn drove the car, she dropped Mark off at a van hire company, he was going to hire a van, being Mark, he was going to use a fake driving license and a stolen credit card so no one would be able to trace him from the hire van's registration number later if he was spotted swapping the cargo from the delivery van.

Dawn drove me home, we were just chattering away as we drove from Kettering out to my village Dawn said, "I'm really glad that Mark met you, I was beginning to think that he might have to give up his life of crime, he burgled his first house when he was just twelve years old and he's been making a damned good living out of crime for forty-two years without getting caught once..."

I did the maths in my head, twelve and forty-two years so that made Mark three times my age, he was actually older than my dad as well and I'd just lost my virginity to him.

"...He's still reasonably fit, as you well know, not many men his age could have fucked like he did last night and this morning, it's just that he can't climb buildings, you have to go in high these days because so many properties have UPVc doors and windows, they always remember to lock the ground floor openings but almost always leave the bathroom window open."

My mother was home when we arrived and I got my ears well and truly pinned back for stopping out all night, Dawn stepped in to my defence though, "I'm sorry that my daughter was such a problem last night Mrs. Porter, it was a good thing that Victoria was there to get her home safely after the party, my Elle had far too much to drink, when I woke up this morning I found four girls sleeping in Elle's bedroom and Victoria was the only sober one amongst them."

Dawn's intervention took the wind out of my mother's sails and she calmed down quite a lot. "Are you sure you'll be able to make it to Elle's nineteenth birthday party on Friday night Vicky? If you have problems getting over to Kettering feel free to give me a ring and I'll be happy to pop over and pick you up."

Well, I was more than a little confused but I looked at my mother first, she seemed to be nodding her head as if she was giving me permission to go to the imaginary party for an imaginary girl in two day's time. So I smiled at Dawn, "I'm sure I'll be okay getting there but what about getting back?"

"Either my husband or I will drop you home on Saturday morning, we'll have to take all of the other girls that sleepover home so it might be afternoon before we get you home."

I looked at my mother again, "Is that okay mum?"

My mother nodded her head, I saw Dawn to her car and as soon as we were out of my mother's hearing Dawn whispered, "Meet Mark at the King's Head around seven o'clock on Friday evening, come along dressed for a party, we'll have a little fun and you can help Mark with another little job, check your handbag, Mark's given you a watch from Monday's job, it's worth around five thousand pounds but too distinctive to try and fence, never take it in for repair though!"

I waited for my mother to go off to work and then I went to bed for a few hours. I woke up and tossed a coin, heads I'd go out for a run, tails I'd go to the job centre. Tails won so I went into Kettering to visit the job centre. I'd walked past the boards advertising the jobs available in the area, I'd seen most of the adverts before, many wanted older workers, many wanted previous experience but there was a new advert that I hadn't seen before. I did recognise the company name though, I'd sat in one of their delivery trucks just a few hours earlier, they were looking for pickers, I read the advert again and thought, what the hell is a picker?'

I jotted the reference number down and headed for the counter. The guy looking after the counter phoned a number, he chatted to someone and then he covered the telephone mouthpiece, "They can see you now if you have an hour to spare, do you know the way to Commercial Road?" I smiled inwardly before I nodded my head. It was two miles to the warehouse from the job centre and I didn't have any transport so I'd have to make my way there on foot.

I actually ran to the warehouse, I didn't really want the job, just wanted to see inside in the daylight so I didn't care that I wasn't dressed for an interview or that I'd turn up all smelly and sweaty. I was standing in the reception area of the warehouse just twelve minutes after the agent at the job centre put the phone down. There was no way I could have made it to the interview that fast by any other method than running or cycling, the mid-afternoon traffic was really crawling along on the main roads of Kettering.

I was taken into an office where the manager was surprised to see me so soon after his conversation with the job centre and even more surprised when I told him that I'd run all the way there. I think that gave me a massive plus point in the interview. Then I was given a high visibility vest and a hard hat and the manager walked me through to the loading bay.

"It's usually much busier in here than this but unfortunately we had a burglary last night, the police have closed us down until after they've done their forensic investigation."

"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that, was much stolen?"

"From the looks of things, around eighty thousand pounds worth of big screen TVs. We won't know the full cost until we've had a chance to take a closer look at things, some of the smaller items we can't get to until after the police release the storage area back to us."

In the daylight I could see that the warehouse was bristling with CCTV cameras and was really glad that Mark had been thoughtful enough to give me a ski mask for my journey through the factory, my tour was continued through the building, the police officer that was investigating the robbery was in the security guard's office, he was watching the CCTV footage, he was actually complaining that the cameras were pointless if the warehouse was in total darkness. The manager cleared his throat, he looked uncomfortable, "When the cameras were installed we had a three shift pattern working here, the lights were running all day and all night, since the recession we've had to cut back, we're down to one shift picking and we turn the lights off whenever we can!"

The look on the police officers face was one of disgust, "Well, after your insurance assessors read my report I doubt that they'll look favourably on your claim!"

The manager suddenly went pale, his face turned ashen and he staggered backwards, he was helped to a seat and my interview and guided tour was over with the arrival of an ambulance to cart him off to hospital. His PA came over to me and apologised, "Did Mr. Griggs get around to talking about the potential for promotion and development within the group Miss Porter?"

I shook my head, I was actually feeling slightly guilty that my actions had put the warehouse manager in the hospital, however indirectly. I was given a package of information to take away and read in my own time, I got a hand shake and a reassuring, "I'm sure that once Mr. Griggs gets back in the saddle he'll contact you and ask for you to come in again for a second interview."

I walked out of the warehouse and bumped into the security guard in the car park smoking a cigarette, "You look very upset miss."

"I am a little, I thought he was going to die, it looked like he was having a heart attack."

"You shouldn't give it a second thought miss; it's his own fault, every year I have to put in a risk assessment form detailing all of the security risks, the top risk every year is that we need the lights to be left on all day and night and the second thing on every list has been that damned skylight, the whole thing should have been replaced years ago. This place was just waiting to be burgled!"

I walked off feeling a little bit better, if it hadn't been me and Mark it would have been someone else, the place was just waiting to be burgled. As I was in town and it was late afternoon I decided to visit the King's Head, see if Mark was in, I could tell him what I'd heard at the warehouse, I'd been told that the value of stolen goods was at least eighty thousand pounds and I thought that news might interest Mark.

I bumped into Kelly Thatcher, one of my old classmates on my walk to the pub, she was as bored as I had been the week before, I really, really wanted to tell her about how my life had taken a turn for the better on the excitement front but I knew that it would need to be kept a secret from everyone in the world apart from Mark and Dawn, well those two and perhaps a few of their friends, people like Steven at the King's Head, he was at least in on Mark's love of drugging young girls for sex, perhaps there were others.

I wouldn't exactly call Kelly a friend, she was always an outsider at school, desperate to get in with the alpha group of girls, I, because of my prowess on the sports field was definitely one of the alpha girls, I could run faster and further than any other girl, I was the captain of the netball team as well as the hockey team even though those two sports never really interested me at all. When I told Kelly that I was heading off to the pub she invited herself to join me but not before she had searched in her purse to see if she had a couple of pounds to buy herself a drink.

I regarded her closely as we walked along, her chattering away about all the failed job interviews she'd been on, the troubles she was having at home because she had fallen into the catch twenty-two matrix. In the UK no one was entitled to public assistance until they reached twenty one, it was expected by the government that after leaving school at eighteen we would all be in work or still in full time education. Kelly was too thick to remain in education, her parents were both unemployed, before Kelly turned eighteen her parents were getting family allowance for Kelly as well as extra unemployment benefits for looking after her, on her eighteenth birthday all of that ended, the extra money stopped but Kelly was still at home, a total drain on her families living standards. Kelly didn't look half bad; she was clean and presentable, reasonably well dressed as she had been to an interview that afternoon, no makeup on her face but still pretty for all of that.

She might make a nice present for Mark if he was in the pub tonight. The pub was empty when we got there, Kelly walked in first and Steve was blocking her path, he was turning her around and sending her back into the street when he bumped into me. Kelly had her ID on her, a photograph ID card issued by the council to under twenty-one year old people to prove their age.

Steve wasn't really interested in looking at Kelly's ID until he saw me walking in behind her and then he stopped in his tracks, "Your uncle isn't in yet, I didn't expect to see you in here again after last night!"

I flashed my own ID card proving that I was eighteen years old and so eligible to drink alcohol in his pub if I wanted too. "Is my uncle Mark due in tonight?"

"Yes he is, I think he has a little business to do in here tonight!"

I asked Kelly what she wanted to drink, she, like me hadn't really been bitten by the alcohol bug, her parents both drank but they didn't have money to spare for her to develop the habit as well so she asked for a cola. I pointed out the table that Mark had been sitting at the night before, "Sit there, I'll buy you a cola for old time's sake."

I walked up to the bar and asked Steve for two colas, "You go and sit down and I'll bring your drinks over to you!"

"I'd rather you put the two empty glasses on the bar in front of me and let me watch you pour our drinks. Steve banged two half pint glasses down on the bar and turned to pick up a bottle of Coke from the back shelf of the bar, I cleared my throat, "I'll have two pre-mix colas if you don't mind, you never know how long a bottle has been open, the stuff in there could be warm and flat for all I know."

Steve looked really pissed off now but he put the bottle down and used the post-mix gun to fill both glasses while I watched him closely. I paid for the drinks and carried them over to the table that Kelly was sitting at. "I was in here yesterday; there were only four of us in here until nine-thirty and I think Steve closed the place when we left, how can they afford to stay open?"

Kelly looked around the room, "My dad says that this is the place to come if you want dodgy gear!"

"Like what?"

"Like anything, if they haven't got what you want all you have to do is say and it'll be here the next day. No one on our council estate would ever have anything nice if it wasn't for this place!"

Kelly and I were both half way down our drinks when the next person walked in the bar, Steve was waiting for him at the door, there must have been some kind of early warning device to tell Steven when someone was walking towards the door. There was a whispered conversation at the door, I heard Steve say, "He's not here yet but I'll give him a call and ask him what he can do for you."

The man sat at the bar and had a pint of beer. Mark turned up ten minutes later, he had a shoulder bag across his back, he smiled at me, looked at Kelly and raised his eyebrows. I went to stand up but Mark gestured for me to stay seated. Mark spoke to the guy at the bar, he searched in the bag and I saw him hand the other customer a box. I didn't have an iPhone but enough of my friends had one to know what the box looked like. A roll of notes were passed over to Mark in exchange for a boxed iPhone six still in its cellophane wrapper and the other customer walked away leaving half the beer still in his glass.

I watched as Mark peeled two ten pound notes from the roll that he had been given by the punter buying the iPhone, he handed the money over to Steven and Steven handed Mark a pint in exchange. Mark came over to our table; "Did you buy those drinks Vicky?"

I nodded my head and Mark peeled off a ten pound note from the roll he was holding and handed it to me, I was about to complain that the drinks had only cost me two pounds each but Mark stopped me with a long and passionate kiss. I let my eyes flick over to Kelly; I thought that she would become uncomfortable seeing such an old man kissing me so passionately but she smiled when she saw me looking over at her.

We sat chatting, Mark asked Kelly how long she and I had been friends, "Well, we weren't really friends, we both went to Kettering High school at the same time for the last two years, Victoria was one of the cool girls, everyone wanted to be her friend but I guess that a girl can only manage a small number of real friends."

Mark raised his eyebrows and he looked at me trying to suppress a grin, "So if you girls aren't really friends, how come you're out on the town together?"

Kelly looked at me, she was hoping that I'd answer Mark's question but when I didn't Kelly said, "Well, we just bumped into each other really, Vicky was just coming from her interview at the big warehouse on Commercial Road, they weren't really open because they were robbed in the night. I live on the estate opposite Commercial Road and only really spotted Vicky because I was watching the ambulance making an emergency run to hospital. I was really bored at home so I just tagged along with her for a bit."

Mark looked surprised, he turned to face me, "You didn't say that you had an interview in Kettering today darling!"

"It was a last minute thing, I was at the job centre and they sent me over to meet the manager."

"Really, how exciting, an interview out of the blue after so long trying."

"Well, not really, the manager had a heart attack so I didn't get to finish my interview before they had to rush him off to hospital."

"What did you do to him you naughty girl...to cause the poor man to have a heart attack?"

I wanted to say that it was more what Mark did that caused the attack but I stopped myself, "He was okay until the copper told him that his insurance probably wouldn't make a pay out on the stolen goods, they think at least eighty thousand pounds worth of TVs were stolen."

"Really, well I heard the late news on my way over here, they think it's more like one hundred and sixty thousand pounds, they found the Apple cage busted wide open too and all of their Apple products were stolen as well."

Kelly looked like she was desperate to get her comment into our conversation, I looked at her and then Mark did the same, Kelly took a sip of her cola and then she said, "Vicky is lucky that she lives in a nice area, I haven't had a single interview since I left school, both my mum and dad are unemployed as well, they say it's because of where we live, people don't want to give jobs to people off the council estate. I only got my interview today because the job centre lied about my address and post code."

As Kelly spoke I spotted Steven walking purposefully towards the front door of the pub. I followed him with my eyes, he reached the door just as it opened, a man walked in, he and Steven chatted for a moment or two, Steve pointed the man in the direction of the bar and then Steve turned to Mark, he gestured with his head towards the man sitting at the bar.

Mark asked us to excuse him and he walked to the bar, he spoke to Steve and then he sat at the side of the other man. This time after Mark searched his shoulder bag he brought out a brand new iPad and swapped it for a bundle of money again, the new customer hadn't even bothered with the farce of buying a drink, he just exchanged money for an iPad and left. Mark sorted through the money, this time he pulled out a twenty and a ten, Steve was at our table, he had two glasses of cola in his hands, one with and one without ice, "Mark told me that you didn't like ice in your drink Vicky."

One glass with ice in it placed in front of Kelly and the other with no ice in it placed in front of me. Mark and Steve crossed in the middle of the bar; Mark handed over the thirty pounds that he had separated from the bundle he had just got for the iPad. Mark joined us again at the table; Kelly took a swallow from her glass and pulled a face, "What's in this glass? It isn't just cola!"

Mark grinned, "Just a little alcohol, I had Steve pop a rum in there to help alleviate your boredom, the two of you!"

I tasted my cola; it tasted to me exactly like the cocktail I'd been given the day before that was designed to knock me out. I scowled over at Mark but before I could say anything Kelly asked where the toilets were. As soon as she was far enough away so that she couldn't hear us I said, "Okay, what the hell have you put in our drinks?"

Mark chuckled as he answered me, "The one without ice is just straight rum and cola, Kelly's drink has rum and GHB, I let Steve use his own stash as he is surer of the right dosage to use for that drug. I just thought that if Kelly was bored I could do something to spice her life up a little and perhaps get her some work that would get her out of the council estate."

"Are you sure that my glass is just straight rum?"

"Steve wouldn't do anything to upset me and I know that I don't have to drug you to have sex, you came back today after all!"

I relaxed slightly, Mark was right, I'd let him fuck me three times already without being drugged insensible and I had returned less than twenty-four hours later. Kelly was soon back from the toilet, she didn't touch her drink again until I swallowed a huge mouthful from my own glass, I coughed and choked a little on the rum, "That's stronger than yesterday's drink!"

"Yes, I told Steve to give you a double rum this time because he's planning on closing early again today."

Once Kelly saw me drinking my cocktail she relaxed and she started drinking hers too. It was quite funny to watch her, once she started to drink she appeared to become thirstier, the glass didn't seem to stop moving once she started and the whole half pint was finished in around fifteen minutes.

Mark sold two more iPhones to punters and then he checked his watch, he and Steven were just a few feet away from our table, Mark turned his wrist so that Steve could see the face, "I doubt that anyone else will be calling round now, might as well lock up."

Steve was locking the front door and I realised that Kelly had stopped jabbering, she had been talking ten to the dozen as she drank her drugged cocktail but now she was just sitting there looking at her empty glass, her mouth was still moving, even though she had just drunk a half a pint of liquid she was smacking her lips as if her mouth was dry. Mark tapped Kelly's hand, "Kelly darling, Kelly, look at me, stand up for me please Kelly."

Kelly rocked back and forth as she tried to stand up. In the end Mark had to help her to her feet and had to help support her as he guided her towards the door that led to the toilets and, I assumed, the living quarters above the pub. I hadn't moved, I just sat there watching Mark and Kelly, Steven held the door open so that Mark could concentrate on keeping Kelly upright and on the move. As Mark started to pass through the doorway he looked back over his shoulder and jerked his head, indicating that I should follow them.

I rocked my body expecting to find that I had the same difficulties in getting to my feet that Kelly had but, to my surprise, I slipped out of the seat very easily. As I caught up with Mark and Kelly I heard Mark telling Kelly that he and Steve were going to fuck her, "Is that alright with you Kelly?"

Kelly giggled and struggled to say yes but I definitely heard her say it. To that date in my life I'd had sex just three times and all of them were with Mark and I had watched Mark and Dawn fuck as well so I was quite looking forward to seeing Mark and Steve fucking Kelly.

We were soon all in Steven's bedroom; his bed was slightly smaller than Mark and Dawn's bed but was larger than my parent's bed. Mark eased Kelly down onto the bed as I reached the bedroom door; Steven was behind me pressing on my back to encourage me into the room. I assumed that being drugged the way she was, Kelly would be insensible, unconscious even. Steve was holding his mobile phone in front of Kelly; he was filming her as she sat there, her head lolling from side to side.

Mark patted Kelly's cheek with his hand to get her attention, Kelly darling, would you like to undress for me and Steve so we can fuck you?"

Kelly giggled and she started to fight her T-shirt, trying to take it off but being unable to actually coordinate her muscles she was in more danger of ripping the seams than actually getting her shirt off over her head. After a few minutes of struggling, Mark slipped forwards and helped her a little, eventually Kelly managed to escape her T-shirt and sat there in her skirt and bra looking into Mark's eyes and grinning like a fool.

Mark kissed Kelly and fondled her breasts through her bra cups and then he asked her if she was sure that she wanted him and Steve to fuck her. Kelly nodded her head enthusiastically, "You have to say it Kelly, Steve's recording you in case you change your mind tomorrow and want to accuse us of rape!"

Kelly's voice was very slurred as she said, "Please Mark, fuck me and Stev...ve!"

Steve's hand with his mobile phone in it wavered a little, "Was that good enough Mark?"

Mark thought for a moment or two, "Probably the best we'll get out of her in her present condition, it'll have to do!"

Steve turned his mobile phone off and tossed it onto his bedside table, Mark was easing Kelly out of her bra as he rained kisses down on her mouth and breasts I felt a twinge of jealousy at seeing the only man to fuck me now making love to another girl, a twinge of jealousy and of guilt, after all, I had allowed Kelly to follow me to the King's Head pub even though I knew that Mark and Steve had a reputation, well, proclivity rather than reputation, for using drugs to have their way with young women.

My world suddenly tilted, I lost sight of Kelly and Mark as Steve pulled me over onto my back. Between kisses blocking my view and my own clothes being pulled off of my body, I missed much of what Mark was doing to get Kelly naked, I was actually naked before Kelly because it was so much harder to undress a girl with impaired coordination than a mainly sober one. Steve wasted little time in clambering between my thighs and impaling me with his cock. Mark looked over at me as he heard the wind being knocked out of my lungs as Steve's balls slapped against my buttocks, Mark smiled at me and I saw his cock ram home into Kelly's pussy.

Steve was more intent on giving me pleasure than Mark appeared to be trying with Kelly; I saw the red collar sliding along Mark's cock as the tidemark of Kelly's maidenhead blood marched towards Mark's balls. Mark was finished as I reached my first orgasm and as he tried to pull his cock out of Kelly's bleeding fanny she was clawing at his neck, begging him not to pull out of her yet. Mark slapped Steve's bottom, "Your turn over here mate!"

Steve looked apologetically at me and shrugged his shoulders, "I'll have to come back and finish you off after I've done my duty with young Kelly over there."

Mark slithered over the bed to my side and he started kissing me as Steve fucked Kelly. I stopped Mark climbing on top of me with his blood covered cock, "I need to get home at a reasonable time tonight if I'm coming over to your house tomorrow night!"

We left Steve fucking Kelly in his bedroom and Mark drove me home, "I was surprised that Kelly wasn't unconscious after you and Steve drugged her!"

"If Steve had used more of the GHB she would have been, he calculated just the right amount of drug to make Kelly want to please people, make her feel sexually open to suggestions but not enough to knock her out, that would be a little too much like fucking a dead body. The drug also helps to remove a little of the pain involved in breaking a girl's various holes in for men to use later."

"I'm sorry that I've taken you away from your fun with Kelly then in that case."

"No problem, I'm heading back there as soon as I've dropped you off, I like to break a girl's arsehole in, take her anal virginity, Steve will batter it for at least an hour after I've opened the trail up. Kelly will be offered a flat in a nice area and a few contacts with men looking for girls willing to have sex for money and most of those men like to use a woman's bum hole more than they like her cunt."

"You mean you're going to turn Kelly into a prostitute?"

"We're going to give Kelly the opportunity of becoming a self-employed sex worker, we're not pimps, we do charge above market rate for rent on the flat but then we do make some introductions for her to help her get started out in her new career."

"Was that what you had in mind for me yesterday if Steven hadn't screwed up the dosage of your; 'Special K'?"

"God no, I just wanted to give you a good time, the thing is most eighteen year old girls round here don't really have any idea how to have any real fun, your mothers have repressed you, your schools have knocked any individuality out of you. After an evening of strenuous exercise with a few men you'd have got used to being naked in public, you'd appreciate that sex can be recreational activity as well as a valid form of exercise. No, you, I just wanted to open your eyes to the prospect of sex for fun before I offered you an opportunity to become my apprentice."

"I thought I already was, I've helped you on two jobs already!"

"No, you helped me to get into two places that were unoccupied after I'd done a hell of a lot of research, getting in is just one element, not getting caught, that's the skill that you need a teacher to help you to learn."

I was silent for the rest of the drive to my village; I had a lot to think about. The first thing was, did I want a career as a criminal? The first house I'd got Mark into wasn't much of a turn on for me, I had a suspicion that Mark didn't really live there but no proof, the warehouse on the other hand, I did know that what I was doing there was a crime and just knowing that had given me feelings like sex as I was doing it.

I'd actually come close to the same feeling later in the day when I was openly walking around the warehouse, well, up to the point that the manager had his heart attack that was. Mark stopped at the end of my street, "Better not take you any closer, just in case your parents or neighbours see us in my car. If you want, you can do a little practice later tonight for tomorrow's job, set your alarm for three-thirty and try and go through every room in your house, go through the drawers in your parent's bedroom, see how easy it is, or how difficult, to walk around a house where people are sleeping."

As I stepped out of the car Mark stopped me, "Do you have a mobile phone Vicky?"

I shook my head, Mark reached under his seat and pulled out an iPhone six and handed it to me, "This is for you, get a pay as you go SIM in the morning, any network will do, I'll get your number tomorrow. Set the alarm on the phone for three-thirty but switch the phone to vibrate rather than ring, the buzzing should be enough to wake you up, especially if you go straight to bed now. And if anything goes wrong with the phone bring it back to me, don't take it to Apple to get it fixed."

I greeted my parents when I went in home, dropped the information pack from my interview at the warehouse on the kitchen table, the fact that I'd been to a job interview impressed both of my parents, I'd spent a lot of time and effort filling out application forms and posting off my CV over the previous seven months and I'd only actually been invited to six interviews. I went straight to bed, put my new iPhone on charge, it wouldn't make or receive telephone calls but I could set the clock function and use the alarm clock application.

It took the vibrating phone five minutes to wake me up, I was wearing my nighty and nothing else, well, I had put on my indoor running shoes, I couldn't afford to stub my toe in the darkness. At three thirty-five in the morning the house was in a state of total silence, I started to open my bedroom door and there was a squeak from the top hinge. I'd never really noticed the door squeak before but that was probably because there was always a background noise in the house that smothered the slight squeaking of hinges. I eased a little of the weight off of the hinges of the door by applying a slight upwards force on the door handle. I managed to open the door without a violin concerto from the hinges.

I had no idea what the other door hinges in the house would be like if I tried to open them so before I tried I scampered carefully down the stairs, I knew that under the stairs there was a box of useful items such as a spray can of oil, the kind with a long thin straw to direct the oil into deep crevices. When I returned to the upstairs I turned the knob on my mum and dad's door and it cracked open, at an inch I jammed the straw from the oil can roughly where the hinges should be and gave several light blasts of the oil.

The door opened silently and I crept into my parent's bedroom, I managed to open their wardrobe doors and all of their drawers, I went through all of my mother's jewellery with just one mistake, I allowed a heavy broach to fall onto the floor, it should have just hit the carpet silently but it bounced up against the dressers side with a loud clunk. I dropped to my knees as my dad shifted; he lifted his head off of his pillow and looked in my direction. I had no idea how he didn't see me, my blond hair, pink face and white nighty almost lit the corner of the room up, I cursed myself for not dressing in black, Mark would have been disappointed in me if he found out that I'd made such an amateurish mistake.

I watched as my father turned back to face my mother, then something surprising happened, I couldn't see very much in the dark bedroom but I heard the sound of my father masturbating himself, he must have been fondling my mother's breasts as he did because she dreamily pushed his hands away and she turned her back on him, there was a mumbled, "It's not safe!" from my mother's sleepy lips and then I heard my father gasp and saw the outline of his body jerk under the duvet as he fired off, probably all over the back of her nighty, after his climax it took him another fifteen minutes to get back to sleep deep enough for me to risk moving.

I had a slight cramp by the time I stood up. I put everything back in its right place, closed the wardrobe doors and the drawers before slipping back out of their bedroom. I closed their door almost totally, the latch was depressed against the keeper but I stopped short of allowing it to latch properly, it could have sounded like a gunshot in the still of four thirty in the morning.

Instead of bothering to go through all of the other rooms I decided my time would be better spent practicing other parts of my future craft. I went into my bedroom and slipped out of my bedroom window, struggled onto the drainpipe and down into the garden. I did a spring vault over the dividing fence between our garden and the next door neighbours. The little window into their bathroom was open, I sized the house up, would my next door neighbour have anything worth stealing, probably not!

I looked at my hands, climbing down the drain pipe had scratched my hands, 'Arooga!' An alarm claxon went off in my head, finger prints and DNA, I was toying with the idea of shinning up to my neighbour's bathroom and taking a wander around in their bedrooms but I had looked at my hands just before I started my climb. 'Gloves you idiot, gloves and a black hat, hell tighter clothes would be good too, preferably dark clothes and knickers.' It was a good thing that it was five o'clock in the morning or my neighbours might all have got a good look at my body as I shinned down the drainpipe from my house with the wind snatching at the flimsy material of my nighty.

Suddenly there was the sound of a toilet flushing above me, the man next door was using his toilet, fortunately the bathrooms all had obscure glass in their windows so he wouldn't spot me in his back garden even though dawn was just starting to break. I froze in the garden just watching as the man had his morning wash at the sink. He was naked, I couldn't see all of his bits but I could see enough to make out his pubic triangle and his cock dangling down, I actually watched him as he washed his cock and balls as he gave himself a good all over strip wash.

Another light came on and then a third, I needed to get back in home before my father woke up and got ready for work. In the half light of dawn I felt far more self conscious climbing back up my drainpipe wearing just my nighty, than I had been when climbing down in full darkness. I struggled to get through my own bedroom window. A sudden gust of wind took my nighty over my head and my whole body was on display to anyone that might be up and about at that time of day, instead of a feeling of embarrassment I felt elated, as I jerked my body in through the window I even felt the tingle of an adrenaline high climax rush through my lower body.

I managed to knock a perfume bottle off of my windowsill as I struggled finally through to my bedroom, it clunked heavily onto the floor, my parents would have definitely heard that, I didn't have time to close my window or to take off my trainers, I just leaped from the window to my bed and pulled the covers over me as best as I could before my bedroom door opened. I watched through squinted eyes as my father walked in totally naked. It was light enough for me to actually see his body, his flaccid cock swinging from side to side as he walked into my room.

He surveyed the scene, spotted the bottle on the floor; he bent over to pick up the bottle giving me a very unflattering picture of my father. The bottle was replaced on the windowsill and my window closed. My father started for the door but stopped, he knelt at the side of my bed and brushed my fringe away from my eyes and then he started to pull my duvet back into place properly, the back of his hand brushed over my nighty covered breasts, very probably accidentally but I knew that if I had been sleeping that touch would have disturbed me so I rolled my body slightly, enough to increase the pressure of his hand on my breast.

My dad jumped back and stood up, his cock was just a few inches away from my face and it had gone from being totally flaccid to iron rod hard in a fraction of a second. My dad looked down at me one last time before turning and heading back to his own bedroom. My door had been left wide open, probably for the same reason that I hadn't fully closed his bedroom door earlier. My father had also left his own bedroom door wide open too. I heard him slip back into his bed; the springs played a little tune as he eased into the bed, I heard my mother whisper, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry darling, did I wake you?"

"No, I heard the bang from Vicky's bedroom, what happened?"

"Her window was wide open; looks like her curtains knocked her bottle of perfume off of the windowsill, I've put it back and closed her window. I've only got thirty minutes before I have to get up and I have this little problem darling!"

"I told you last night, it isn't safe yet."

"What about the other way?"

"Oh okay! But be gentle."

I was already out of bed and taking my trainers off. My parent's conversation had piqued my interest and I moved quickly but quietly to their open doorway. My dad was helping my mum take her nighty off and then she rolled onto her face, my dad rolled on top of her, their room had been too dark for me to see my father masturbating but it was lighter now. When I saw my father on top of my mother's back, her legs closed, his knees on the outside of her thighs and him guiding his cock into her with his hand. It suddenly dawned on me what my father had meant by 'The other way!' Dawn had alluded to it two days earlier and after Mark dropped me off last night he was going back to the pub to do the same thing to Kelly, open up her other hole for men to use in her new profession.

My father started out slowly, his movements were slow and staccato but it still made the bedsprings squeal every time he thrust into her. He fucked her for around fifteen minutes and then he whispered between thrusts, "I'm sure that Vicky will be well asleep by now, can I get into my stride now please?"

My mother didn't say anything, she just started to wriggle from side to side, she lifted herself and my father still humping into her bum hole like a dog on heat. Eventually my mother was on her hands and knees and my dad was now upright and fucking her with more speed and force. I watched as his body began to jerk and his breathing changed. I realised that he was shooting his spunk up my mother's bum and suddenly his alarm clock started beeping. The beeping of his alarm clock brought me back to my senses and I ran back to my bedroom, it was a good thing too because as soon as I was past my bedroom door my mother ran past my bedroom holding a tissue against her bum as she ran for the toilet.

Mum left the toilet and my dad went in, I heard the shower start up and listened to my father washing himself in the shower. I'd been awake since three thirty-five and it was now six o'clock but I wasn't in the least little bit tired. It wasn't unusual for me to go for a run before breakfast but I usually waited until after my father left for work at six thirty. Today I decided to start my run while my father was still in the shower.

I pulled on my sports bra, my favourite running vest, my shorts, ankle socks and trainers. I left my bedroom, stopping as I passed my parent's room, my mother's nighty was still on the floor, when she saw me she pulled her duvet up to her chin, "You're up early darling."

"I woke up with a headache, I must have forgotten to open my window last night, I need to run it off."

My mother was going to protest but at that moment the shower stopped running so my mother shrugged her shoulders, "I'll see you for breakfast before I go to work then!"

I had a usual five mile run that I did almost every morning but usually after breakfast. It took me behind several of the larger properties in the area. Today, instead of running past them all ignoring everything but the run I went slowly, looking for weaknesses, open windows, trellises or ivy climbing the walls, trees planted too closely to buildings with branches that could be useful.

Once I'd passed the last building in the village I started to run properly, a mile long drag up hill on the back lane to Hill Top Woods, then climbed over the gate instead of opening it, the short field run to the start of the woods, no more than a quarter of a mile and then through the woods and out the other side. I could see the end of my road down the other side of the hill. I ran a little too fast down the hill and as I crossed the footbridge over the land drain at the end of my road I had a little cramp in my right hand side.

I stopped on the bridge and bent over slightly holding my side. I was still scanning the houses for open windows and easy entry points when I noticed Mr. Richards at Lane End Cottage; he was in his bedroom, looking out of the window in my direction. Lane End Cottage was a strange affaire, it had been built in the space that had been the garage to Field View House, Lane End was only a half a house in reality, it was so small that the front door had to be put on the side of the house so that there was enough room for a reasonable living room at the front of the house. It had one double bedroom at the front and a single bedroom at the back at the side of the bathroom, a small house but Mr Richards lived alone so there was plenty of room for him on his own.

I could see a bare, hairy chest and over his shoulders the powder blue of his pyjama top, I couldn't see lower because of the windowsill and the angle I was at, I saw him lean forward and turn the handle to open his window. "Hi Victoria, you all right love?"

"Just a little stitch in my side, I'll be okay in a minute."

"Have you got any water with you?"

"No, I forgot to pick up my pack this morning."

"That's not like you, not like you at all, you're usually a very professional runner."

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a grimace of a smile.

"Would you like a drink?"

I looked up the road, my house was only seven hundred yards away, my father's car was missing from the drive but my mother's car was still there. I was just about to shout a 'no' as I was so close to home but then I realised, I could perhaps have a little nose around Lane End Cottage, and perhaps I'd see if there was something of value from the front door. I looked back up at Mr. Richards again and smiled, "That would be great, thanks Mr. Richards, give me a chance to get my breath back."

He turned away from the window but left it open, I walked slowly down his garden path, by the time I reached his front door it was open, I went to sit on his front door step be he called out from the kitchen for me to go in. He was standing at his sink, there was the sound of water starting to boil in his electric kettle, he had his back to me, he had a dark blue dressing gown on, I looked at the backs of his legs, I could see past his knees, his legs were bare, he could sleep in shorts or underpants, I looked higher, I could see his chest reflected in the reflection of the kitchen window, I could also see the back of his neck, no sign of the powder blue pyjama top though. I caught a slight smile on the reflection of his face as he watched me checking him out from behind.

I watched as he filled a glass with cold water, he put it down on the draining board while he pulled the front of his dressing gown closed and tightened the belt at his waist. He turned to face me and picked up the glass again before walking over to the table, he reached over the table to hand me the glass of water and I saw his right leg pop out if the dressing gown, there was no sign of shorts or underpants, his leg was exposed all the way up to his hip.

He saw me looking down at his leg, he chuckled, "I really need a better dressing gown, this one is very badly behaved!"

He pulled the front of his dressing gown over again to cover his leg up. I took the glass and swallowed a mouthful of cold water. The cramp in my side had already abated but I rubbed my right hand side for effect. "Thank you Mr..."

He stopped me, "Please call me Don or Dick, my best friends all call me Dick."

I looked confused, "Why do they call you Dick if your name is Don?"

"Well, there are a couple of reasons but mainly because of my last name!"

I made that expression of the light being switched on in my head; I giggled and took the opportunity to look around the kitchen. I'd have to say that Don's kitchen was very utilitarian, no little teapot on a high shelf with a secret stash of money in it. I doubted that there would be anything in the room that was worth more than ten pounds.

Don's voice suddenly sounded much closer, so close in fact that I could feel the breath on the back of my neck as he said, "So Vicky, where's the pain exactly?"

I turned back to the direction of his voice, he was standing right behind me, far too close, but did I mind that? He was quite handsome, I'd known him since I was about eight or nine when he had Lane End Cottage built after his divorce, he and his wife lived in Field View together until she walked out on him, mainly because he was never at home, he was always 'Working' long and unsocial hours. Don had paid his wife out, they'd had the house valued at the bottom of the financial downturn and he had happily given his wife half of the market value at the time. As soon as the divorce was finalised in two thousand and five Don had started building work at the side of his old house. I got to see him most days at the time because he was always at home managing the building work.

I rubbed my right side, just below my rib cage, "All around here!"

Don was holding his dressing gown closed with his right hand, the belt had slackened off almost totally, he stepped in closer behind me, I saw him let go of the front of his dressing gown and then I looked towards the kitchen window, checking out his back garden, he put his right hand on my side where I'd told him my muscle cramp was, I remembered a conversation my mum and dad had a few months earlier when the people renting Field View moved out and a couple from London moved in, Don had waited until the right moment to put his old marital home on the market, my dad reckoned that Don had made enough from the sale to clear his mortgage on both properties completely and leave him with a few thousand pounds in his pocket. I was trying to estimate just how much money he had left and which pocket I should be searching through to get my hands on it.

Don began to massage my right hand side gently with his right hand, "How does that feel?"

"Nice, you have very soft, very warm hands."

Don placed his left hand on my left side and began massaging there too, he stepped in closer still, I knew that his dressing gown would be totally open now and as his front touched my back I felt the heat of his naked body through the thin material of my running vest. He started to lift the side of my vest on the right hand side until his hand was massaging bare flesh, "So tell me Victoria, how old are you now?"

I had to swallow hard as the spittle in my mouth had suddenly turned very thick, "Eighteen!"

"Very nice, so have you started at University yet or are you taking a year out?"

"Looking for work, not that there's much about."

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

Both of Don's hands were now under my running vest, massaging my sides, his left had been a late starter and so it was still massaging the soft flesh of my side while his right hand was making a slow journey northwards over my right hand rib cage. Don wriggled his hips from side to side and I felt his hard cock pressing my running vest into the small of my back. Don's right hand reached my sport's bra's lower strap and stopped, waiting until his left hand caught up, he bent his knees and leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck and when he stood upright again, his cock was actually under my running vest too.

"No one special yet!"

Both of Don's hands moved as one, his left hand cupping under my left breast and his right cupping my right breast, "But you aren't still a virgin are you?"

I chuckled as I leaned my head back against Don's shoulder, "No, that train left the station already!"

Don kissed my cheek and then started to pull my running vest off over my head, he'd managed to capture my sport bra on the way and both items of clothing passed my ears as one item. Don threw my top and bra over the back of a dining chair, he wriggled his shoulders before he took hold of me again, I looked down and spotted his dressing gown on the floor around our feet.

Don turned me around to face him and as his lips pressed against mine his hands were rolling my running shorts down over my hips. His tongue was pressing its way into my mouth as his right hand rubbed down over my abdomen until his fingers reached the hairline above my pussy, "No knickers Victoria?"

"I never wear them when I'm running."

Don bent down a little and pushed my shorts past my knees and as he did so he started kissing my breasts and nibbling at my nipples. Don bent lower and eased my feet out of my shorts so apart from my trainers and socks we were both naked in Don's kitchen. My feet were eased apart and Don used his fingertips to open my flower and he gave me a quick orgasm before dragging me off to his bedroom. I was thrown onto the bed and Don fucked me like a stallion, he held off on his orgasm for almost an hour and then he must have had a sudden thought because he stopped and lifted his upper body up off of mine, "Are you on the pill?"

I shook my head and then it dawned on me too, because sex hadn't reared its head in my life until three days before and I hadn't really planned on starting to have sex, it had just kind of crept up on me and in three days I'd already had sex with three different men. "When was your last period?"

"Three weeks ago, probably closer to four." And as I said that, Don pounded his meat into my cunt for five minutes of frenetic effort before he let fly in my cunt.

I managed to have about a dozen orgasms in the hour, five of them happened in the last five minutes before Don finally climaxed into me. I thought that the fun was over for the day, well, especially with Don but he stopped me climbing off of the bed and pushed me back onto my back and started to perform oral sex on me, drinking his own semen out of my vagina for ten minutes and giving me yet another orgasm.

I left his bedroom and headed for the kitchen to get dressed and as I did I was contemplating on all of the different kinds of orgasms a girl could feel, the lightweight clitoral orgasm, the deep rooted and powerful deep vaginal orgasm, the composite clitoral and deep orgasm when a man's cock is massaging both beep inside and the clitoris and now there was another kind of orgasm, all were equally wonderful and pleasurable but I was surprised that none of my friends who were sexually active had actually mentioned the differences before.

Don walked into the kitchen as I was pulling my running vest down over my body, he pulled me into his naked body, leaving a small splodge of semen on my shorts, he kissed me passionately, "You will come back again won't you?"

"What if someone spots me and tells my parents that I visit you?"

"They wouldn't get suspicious of me; after all, I was at school with your grandfather!"

I grinned at him, I knew that Don was old but if he was at school with my dad's father he had to be over sixty years old. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and we had a tongue wrestle and it dawned on me that for all of his advanced years Don was quite a good lover. I checked the time, my mother would be leaving home very soon so I had to pull myself away from Don to get home before my mother left for work so she didn't fret about me.

I ran from Don's house back home, my mother was at the door when I stopped in front of the house, "You smell darling, you'd better take a bath and make sure that you put your sport's kit in the laundry basket. We kissed each other on the cheeks and my mother left for work.

I stripped off and went to drop my dirty kit into the laundry basket. I opened the lid and found the laundry basket was full to the brim. I found my parent's bottom sheet at the top of the dirty laundry basket; I pulled it out and found two very definite stains, one on the left hand side that looked like a dried yogurt stain and another stain on the right hand side of the sheet that was more like a chocolate pudding stain, of course I knew that it wasn't chocolate pudding, it was a mixture of my mother's poo and my father's semen.

I sorted through the washing and popped all of the lights into the machine and set it off on a hot wash with a biological washing powder, just to make sure that all of the 'Chocolate pudding' was dealt with. There was another load of dark washing that I left in a pile in front of the washing machine in the utility room. I took a good long soak in the bath, I was new to all this sex malarkey but considering I could have as much of it as I wanted for free and it wouldn't make me gain weight, well, not if I sorted out some contraception after my next period.

I dressed, hung the washing out on the line, put the darks into the washing machine and kicked it off again. It was quite warm out so I was wearing denim shorts and a camisole top with a pretty lilac lace bra under it, I didn't bother with socks because I wouldn't be running anywhere, just my second best trainers on my feet. I checked the washing machine; I had two hours to kill before the darks would need to be hung out to dry.

I walked out to the middle of the village, the shops were all open now, well I say all, we had one general store and three antique shops. I ignored the general store, there was alcohol and tobacco in there, often targets of criminals but on foot, just how much could I carry away? I looked in the first of the antique shops; there was a display case in the window with gold and diamond jewellery mixed in with inexpensive 'Yellow metal and paste' jewellery that was like the alcohol and tobacco, more trouble to carry away than they were worth.

The shop owner spotted me, he was another of my grandfather's old school friends, I'd met him several times in the recent past, my grandparent's wedding anniversary, my grandpa's retirement party, that kind of thing, he recognised me looking through his shop window and he suddenly looked very excited and rushed through the shop and yanked open the shop door.

"Slow day for you as well as me eh Victoria?"

"Just killing time while the washing machine does all the hard work Mr Simpson."

"Please Victoria, call me Walter or if I do something wrong, call me Wally."

We both laughed half-heartedly at Walter's weak joke. "So, you got time for a coffee or tea Vicky?"

I checked my watch, "I have nothing but time on my hands for the next one hundred and five minutes."

Walter guided me through to the back of his shop, he had a backcloth set up with a table stood in front of it draped with a blue velvet cloth, there was a display 'Neck' on the velvet cloth. Walter was photographing a heavy gold chain and pendant draped around the plastic neck, his camera was on a tripod and the lens was fitted with a flash ring. As Walter made two cups of coffee while I felt the weight of the chain and pendant, it was at least four ounces in weight, I bounced it up and down in my hand, four and a half thousand pounds scrap metal value, probably the same value as all of the alcohol and tobacco in the shop and I could walk away with it in my pocket or even around my neck and no one would notice.

"You putting this on line Mr...erm, Walter."

Wally came in carrying two coffee cups on delicate little saucers, "That, no, I'm photographing it for my insurance company, the price tag is six grand so my insurers insist on photographic proof of everything valued at over five thousand pounds."

Wally smiled at me, he lifted his camera off of its tripod, lifted it to his eye and the ring of light exploded in my eyes causing me to blink a lot. Don turned his camera towards me, you could do with a little makeup on, it would bring out the beauty of your face."

"I never wear makeup Mr...erm Walter, I'm not really a girly-girl, I'd rather be running!"

Walter took the gold chain out of my hand and draped it around my neck, his fingers trembled slightly as he repositioned the pendant so that it could lie in the cleft between my breasts and then he took another photograph. Walter looked very disappointed at the result on the screen on the back of his camera, "It would look a lot better if you had a little makeup on, even just a little foundation cream."

I looked at the screen and had to agree, especially when I saw the beginnings of a bruise forming on my collarbone from my earlier dalliance with Don when he bit me hard on various parts of my body.

Walter looked like he was trying to plan something out in his head as he fiddled with the settings on his camera, "Erm Victoria, a little birdie tells me that you're looking for work, looking for something to make you a little money while you're searching for a full time job!"

I saw Walter's eyes flicking from his camera to the expanse of upper chest on display over the top of my camisole, the simple, thin shoestrings of cream silk, well, faux-silk at any rate holding the front of my camisole up contrasting with the decorative lilac straps of my bra, I even spotted him raising himself up onto his tip-toes to look deeper inside the front of my camisole. I smiled inwardly at Walter's face as it reddened when he realised that I'd seen him peeking.

"I guess that would be my grandfather then, you and he are good friends aren't you?"

"Yes, we are very good friends but I haven't seen him or your gran since his retirement party, you were there too, you looked really bored!"

"I was supposed to be at a race on that day but my dad wouldn't allow me to go, I'd trained hard for three months and at the last minute I had to pull out..." Walter had a look of recognition on his face, what he'd mistaken for boredom was probably just me being upset at missing out on my chance to win a big race. "...so if it wasn't my grandfather, who's the little birdie that's been passing my information on to you?"

"Another one of your grandfather's friends who lives a little closer to you."

"You mean Don Richards?"

Walter nodded his head in agreement, "Don told me that you weren’t the least bit shy anymore so, would you be interested in earning...say twenty pounds to do a little modelling for me today? Just an hour or so!"

Well, I had nothing to do really until the washing machine finished its cycle so I told Wally I'd love to model for him for an hour. I have to say that I found it strange that Walter kept a fully stocked beauty parlour in the back room of his shop, didn't seem the thing that a sixty something male would want in the back of his antiques shop.

I'd never had anyone other than my mother helping me with my makeup and I have to say that compared to Walter my mother had no idea how to put makeup on. Well, I say help me, Walter wouldn't allow me to do anything and that was a definite first for me to have someone pamper me in the way that Wally was doing. I sat there with my eyes closed as Wally massaged cream into my face and neck, I knew that Wally was spending as much time looking down the front of my camisole top as he was looking at what he was doing to my face, his hands and the light cream was getting closer and closer to the straps of my bra and camisole when he cleared his throat, "Erm Victoria..."

"Yes!"

"Some of the necklaces I wish you to model for me are quite long so I need to go a little lower with the foundation layer, would that be a problem?"

As he said that he was resting his hips against my back and I could feel the lump through his trousers pressing into the back of my neck. Well, it had been very pleasant to that point, Walter was very skilled at giving facial massages and this part wasn't even anything to do with the makeup really, all he was doing was moisturising my skin so that he could use a lightweight mineral foundation powder rather than the foundation cream I would have used at home. Preparing my skin first would mean that the makeup would last all day long and not just through the photo session. My life had turned upside down in just a few days; I'd discovered so much pleasure and had so much fun just because I'd made a simple alteration to my philosophy, when Mark asked me to help him, instead of saying no out of hand, my usual fallback position, negativity, I'd been so bored that I'd said yes instead and I had just said yes since.

"No problem, do whatever you need to do."

Walter wiped his hands on a hand towel and then he eased the straps of my camisole and bra off of my shoulders, the camisole fell instantly to my lap, I opened my eyes for the first time since Walter had begun to massage my face. My bra was still mainly in place, the cups still covering most of my breasts, just sagging forwards slightly. Wally dipped his fingertips into the pot of moisturiser and began to massage it into the top of my shoulders, the oil was rubbed well in before his hands moved down over my upper chest and then my décolletage, he collected a little more cream and started to rub it into the rise of my breasts and slowly his hands disappeared from view under my bra cups.

"Everything still okay Victoria?"

I looked into his eyes through the mirror in front of me, I smiled at him and nodded my head before I closed my eyes again and revelled in the feeling of Walter's gentle massage down lower and lower over my breasts until I felt the lower strap of my bra slip as his fingertips eased my bra lower down and my breasts were totally exposed. Walter spent ten minutes massaging my breasts when a loud 'Ding' resonated around the whole shop as a customer came through the front door.

"Excuse me for a moment please Victoria!"

Walter slipped from the back room and into the shop, "Good morning sir, how can I help you?"

"You had a large gold pendant on a necklace, I think the pendant was Edwardian but the necklace was Victorian, it was in the window yesterday, I'm interested in the pendant but not the necklace, I have found a suitable Edwardian necklace that would match the pendant perfectly, do tell me that you still have the pendant."

"I was just getting ready to photograph the necklace and pendant; I'm getting the model ready in the back room at the moment."

I eased the door open slightly; the man was a toff, young and handsome but a little vapid and lacking in any real masculine quality. There were a few like him out in the villages, the children of moneyed parents who would one day rule all of our lives just because his parents could afford to send him to Eaton School. He had produced his own chain, it was heavier even than the huge gold chain that Walter had matched the pendant with. In my mind, Walter had made an artistically good match between the pendant and chain, the one the toff was holding was far too gaudy.

I could see that Walter was torn, he was a business man, he wanted to make a sale but also he was a man, an artist and he wanted to photograph me with the pendant the way he had presented it. Walter was pacing the floor up and down tapping his fingers against his chin. "Can I make a suggestion?"

The customer looked a little confused but then he nodded his head.

"The thing is, you are right, the pendant and chain I'm selling do come from disparate periods in time but I think they make a pleasant match. Why don't you give me thirty minutes to get my model ready and return, look at the pendant on my chain against my model's skin and we'll swap the chains over and you can compare the two in situ as it were, see if it's worth the extra nine hundred pounds for the combination as I'm selling it, if you still prefer your own chain I'll split them and give you an extra ten percent discount on the pendant on its own."

The young man shook Walters hand, "I'll run an errand for my mother and return in thirty minutes."

Wally returned to me in the back room and he suddenly became all business-like, straight behind me, unfastened my bra clasp and tossed my bra to one side, he started humming to himself as he took a fifty millimetre diameter sable brush, he dipped it into the pot of mineral powder and began dabbing, tapping and flicking the powder all over my face, neck, chest and breasts. In just five minutes I had an all over coating of foundation powder and then Wally started working on my eyes, he put a line of dark blue powder on the outside of my eyelid and a line of yellow powder about half way to the bridge of my nose and then he used a fan brush to blend the blue, yellow and base foundation together, he spent five minutes on each eyelid but when he finally finished and I opened my eyes I was shocked at the result. My eyelids started out a deep blue on the outsides and transitioned through a hundred shades of blue, through green to yellow, the darkest part of my eyes were the lightest now because of the flash of yellow.

My lips were next, pillar-box red around the outer ridge of my lips to define their outline and then he blended different colours down to coral pink closest to my mouth and then all of the different colours were pulled in together with a paintbrush until it looked like just one colour but that my lips actually popped out, away from my face. It was obvious that the lipstick that Walter had used was far too soft to be used on its own and once he was happy he sealed it all in under a coat of lip varnish.

Wally eased my camisole back into place but without a bra under it, the camisole on its own looked very rude to me. "Will you be okay to pose like this for my customer when he returns to look at the necklace?"

I know that I should have said no but I had spent most of my life saying no and missing out on all the fun so I took a deep breath and nodded my head. Walter set up a corner of his shop to look like a Victorian drawing room and he posed me with his expensive necklace sitting in a velvet upholstered and gold leaf decorated corner seat. He had taken a dozen or so photographs before the door opened and the toff walked back in.

He looked at me closely, possibly a little too closely, he assumed that because he was from the upper class and I was definitely lower working class, that I would fall at his feet, as he looked at the pendant he picked it up and in the pretence of inspecting the pendant he rubbed the backs of his fingers against my breasts. The chain was swapped and the Edwardian chain was a little longer and a lot heavier than the Victorian one so the pendant disappeared from view down the front of my camisole top. Instead of simply pulling the chain to get the pendant out the toff stuck his hand down the front of my camisole and had a good old fumble around my tits before he pulled the pendant out and rested it on top of my camisole.

Walter looked a little uncomfortable at the way the customer manhandled my personal jewellery as he fished out the pendant, not uncomfortable upset or uncomfortable embarrassed but uncomfortable at the way his cock was responding in his trousers. There were several photographs taken with the pendant laying on top of the camisole but Wally didn't look so pleased with the results.

"Did you want to photograph the pendant against my bare skin rather than my top?"

Wally's eyebrows lifted in surprise, then he grinned and nodded his head. I was right out there in the open shop, an acre of glass window looking out onto the main street of my little village so anyone who knew me could walk past at any moment. I just slipped the thin shoulder straps off of my shoulders and let the camisole fall into my lap again. Wally took several photographs and finally looked happy. The customer asked me if I'd wear the pendant again with the Victorian chain with my top off so I did, this time Walter swapped the chains over and handed the toff his Edwardian chain back. Walter positioned the pendant for best effect and took a few more photographs.

I finally took the necklace off and pulled my camisole top back up, I'd risked exposure to my neighbours long enough. Walter did the deal with the customer, he sold the pendant and chain but had to agree to giving the toff a ten percent discount to sell both items. I thought that losing six hundred pounds on the sale would upset Walter but he seemed happy enough. He was fitting diamond cluster clip on earrings to my earlobes and he sighed, "At least I'd added twenty percent on up front just in case I got a difficult customer who spotted the different periods!" And then Wally laughed his head off.

I let Walter dress me with his jewellery stock and photograph me for the next thirty minutes, my washing would have finished and I really needed to get home, I'd missed my breakfast and it was rapidly approaching lunch time. We were in the back room of the shop, I picked up my bra and was just lowering my camisole top again to put it on. "You know that I promised you twenty pounds for an hours modelling for me?"

I nodded my head, "Well, it's been an hour and forty-five minutes so really I owe you thirty-five pounds, the thing is, I have this little problem..." Wally looked down at his trousers and his cock was straining at the seams to get out. "...would you be willing to help me out with this little problem for fifteen minutes to make up your pay to forty quid, just a helping hand, that's all."

I said yes again, I don't think I would have let him fuck me but what would a little helping hand cost me, very little. Wally pulled his trousers and underpants down, I was sitting on the chair that I'd used when he put my makeup on, I leaned forwards and took his cock in my right hand and his balls in my left. I juggled with his balls as I massaged his cock and while I was doing all of that Walter was holding his camera and photographing my efforts.

"Is this okay Walter?"

Wally gasped out a long drawn out, "Yeeeeeeeessssssss!"

I could feel that Wally was getting close to his end game and he suddenly eased my head forward, brought my lips to within a few millimetres of his cockhead, "Open your mouth...quickly!"

I thought that Wally had changed his mind and now wanted oral sex but as I opened my lips he let fly, the flashes from the ring around the lens was like a strobe light as he photographed his semen flying into my mouth. "Keep your mouth open please!"

Wally quickly bent down and photographed into my mouth, "Another twenty quid if you'll just tilt your head back with your mouth wide open and let my semen slip down your throat while I photograph it!"

I hadn't tasted anything quite so disgusting in my mouth before, I could spit away twenty pounds or swallow my pride and Walter's disgusting semen and my forty pound payday would turn into a sixty pound one. I slowly lifted my chin as Wally followed the progress with his camera, the flash going off so fast and so often that it was warming up my mouth.

I put my bra back on and Walter took a hundred pictures as I did and then I covered up with my camisole, I'd opened the front door setting off the bell that sounded as big as a church bell, I stopped and turned, Walter was taking photographs of me from behind as I walked away from him, showing off my buns in my very short shorts. "That guy, the one who bought the necklace, do you know where he lives?"

I had tried to ask the question in as uninterested way as possible. "He's Peter Fenton-Williams, do you know the massive house overlooking the lake on the way to Wellingborough?"

I nodded my head, "Well, that's Peter's father's house, Peter has a large house that's built in the grounds at the back of the main house."

I nodded my head to show I understood what Walter had said and before I left the shop I lifted my handbag and said, "Thanks Walter, I had a great time and thanks for the sixty pounds as well, that will really come in handy."

The lights on the drying line were all dry so I had to pull them all down and hang out the coloureds. The lights were all folded, the few things that needed ironing were ironed and the rest just put away folded and all before my mum got home.

I turned down dinner because I was going to a party, the overnight party at my best friend Elle's house, my best imaginary friend that was. It took me an hour to get to Mark's house, he and Dawn were eating dinner when I arrived. I was still dressed in the camisole top and lilac bra but had changed my shorts for a short skirt.

Mark had done a little shopping for me, he had got me tight black leggings and a black turtleneck jumper, thin leather gloves, just a little thicker than latex gloves, a new ski mask, black mid-length socks and good quality climbing shoes, not boots, the kind of climbing shoes that free-climbers use, less like shoes and more like sticky latex painted on to my feet.

We had to go into the King's Head because Mark had a few customers that wanted things, just little things like phones and iPads. Customers came and went all evening and Mark sold about ten thousand pounds worth of goods for around fifteen hundred pounds. I felt a little disappointed for him that he had sold so much stuff and had so such a relatively small amount of money from it. Mark laughed at my disappointment, "This stuff is still from the warehouse job, if you remember it took less than ten minutes of our time and I passed on the TVs for eight grand and I've so far made four thousand pounds from the games, tablets and phones. Twelve thousand pounds for just ten minutes work, even football players don't usually get that kind of salary.

We had to drive back to Mark's house, there would be no point in going out to 'Work' too early, not until people were into the deepest part of their sleep cycle. Mark, Dawn and I went to bed for a while, I was fucked several times and Dawn took one load of Mark's semen. We didn't leave enough time to do any actual sleeping before we went out to work dressed from head to toe in black. We had to walk though; there was something in the law in England that if you used your own car to commit a crime and if you were caught your car would automatically be confiscated and sold to pay towards reparation or crushed if the car had no intrinsic value.

Mark stole a Vauxhall estate car, he showed me how to get into that particular model without a key and without setting off the alarm system. He hotwired the ignition and smashed the steering lock, I doubted that I'd have the strength to break the steering lock but working out which two wires to twist together and which one to touch to earth to turn the car over, that would be easier to learn.

We drove out to a house in the country; fortunately there were no dogs to bark even though there was a kennel in the back garden. Apparently they had a dog right up until a few days before but that dog had been knocked down in the road and had died, the people that lived in the house were just a little too slow to replace the dog.

Mark gave me a description of the layout of the house, "First thing you do, the very first thing, before you look around for anything head straight down to the back door and get it open, always remember the fastest route to your exit, just in case anything goes wrong."

I was in the house in two minutes flat, I couldn't use the bathroom window because that was closed but the window into the master bedroom was open a few inches so I had to be extra quiet when I pulled my body through the opening. I tiptoed past the man and woman sleeping in the bed, remembered waking my father and that he had masturbated himself before going back to sleep.

I opened the back door and Mark followed me back into the kitchen, I was about to go through into the living room but Mark stopped me, he directed me towards the stairs but not up them, we walked down the side of the stairs and mark opened the door that I had assumed would hold the electricity and gas meter cupboards but there was a room under there, a room with a steel clad doorway and two mortise locks, one at the top and one at the bottom of the door.

Mark had a little roll of tools in his pocket, one he slipped into the keyhole and applied a slight clockwise pressure with a weight and then he slid a tool that looked like the thing a dentist scrapes the plaque off of the backs of teeth with. His hand kept going in and out, the weight slipped a little, "That's the first lever lifted, just six more to go for this lock."

The process seemed to speed up once mark had lifted the first lever and soon the first lock was opened. Mark repeated the process on the second lock. From getting in the house to having the steel door open took Mark just one hour, two top of the line, seven lever, high security locks defeated by a man and a pocket full of toothpicks.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw in the small room behind that steel door, there were piles of money, Sterling as well as Euros and US Dollars, there were paintings and Jewells, gold and silver trinkets. Mark just took the money, all of it; every last penny of it went straight into a nylon folding shopping bag. All of the doors were left open, there was a basic premise when burgling an occupied house, you have to open doors and drawers to get at things, that was a risk worth taking but actually closing a door or drawer was an unnecessary opportunity for things to go wrong.

"Besides, I've heard on the grapevine that a bunch of young punks are on the prowl tonight, they'll take advantage of the open back door and muddy the waters for us when the police get here."

We dropped the car off just around the corner from where we had stolen it and walked back to Mark's house. We counted the money in Mark's kitchen, nine thousand Euros, fifteen thousand US Dollars and forty thousand pounds. "What will you do if I give you ten thousand pounds?"

"Anything you want me too!"

Mark laughed, "I mean what would you do with the money?"

"I'd spend it like crazy!"

"And that's why I'm just going to give you a few hundred pounds, I'm going to give you a job, I'm going to train you how to pick locks, how to stake out a property, how to work out entry and exit strategies, how to defeat burglar alarms. We'll have fun, plenty of opportunities for sex but you'll have to go on birth control, you can't climb up walls with a fat belly."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"What if I wanted to get back at someone, would you help me to burgle them?"

"Sure I will but you have to get the fact that you want to hurt them out of your head, you'll trip up if you do a job for the wrong reasons. So, who has upset you then?"

"A guy called Peter Fenton-Williams from..."

Mark cut me short, "Lives in a big house in the back garden of his father's mansion, what did he do to piss you off?"

"He threw his weight around earlier today in Simpson's Antiques, I was doing a little modelling for Mr. Simpson and Peter Fenton-Williams groped my tits without asking permission."

"Well, do you want to just irritate him, upset him or totally piss him off for ever?"

"I'd love to destroy him totally if that were possible."

Mark smiled, "Okay, I have already looked into his and his father's houses, they are well protected, they have a good burglar alarm system that forces them to close every window in the place when they go to bed, their alarm won't energise if a single window is open or a door unlocked. Sometimes Peter entertains his gambling friends, in the past I've provided girls to work his party but he hates to pay the full price for anything, his father has taught him to only pay wholesale, never retail."

"He did that today, forced Mr. Simpson to give him a ten percent discount on a necklace he was buying."

"So, we'll have to work out a plan, I might have to use you as bait, especially if you think he's already taken a fancy to you. Do you think that you could stand him pawing at you again or even actually fuck you?"

"I'd look on it as a job; I'd do whatever it took to get the job done."

"And on that front, could you put Peter on the back burner until you're a little better trained?"

"I'm a distance runner, I'm used to playing the long game, the cat and mouse until the time is right, conserve my energy and then pounce when my opponent least expects it."

Mark laughed again, "Yep, well we'll start by waking Dawn up and having another round of fucking before we get some sleep. On Monday I'll make you a job offer through the post, you'll have to get used to lying to your parents about the job until you get a flat of your own and move out."

I slept a lot over the weekend to get over Friday night's 'work' and of course the relaxation before and after. My mother handed me my letter on Monday morning, a job offer, minimum wage and long hours for unskilled work. My mother was pleased, I pretended that I wasn't interested, pretended that I didn't really want to take a dead-end job on minimum wage, mum said, "If you want a better job with better pay you'd better get off to university and get some better qualifications!"

I did two more jobs with Mark during the week; I'd crept out of my bedroom window in the dead of night dressed in my working clothes and met Mark at the end of the village in one of his stolen cars. We'd burgle an empty house so Mark could talk openly about what we were doing as part of my learning process.

I was surprised that a burglary of the magnitude that we'd committed the previous week had gone unreported in the local press. The whisper in the King's Head was that two youngsters from the gypsy encampment on the recreation ground had followed us into the house and run out with their arms full of jewellery and gold trinkets with the house's owner in hot pursuit. They had got away with some very expensive stuff, Mark and I had shared out the sixty-six thousand pounds of currency we'd stolen, I had one third of that money added to my account and with what I'd helped Mark to steal I'd amassed enough to buy a small detached house. It wasn't a simple process for an eighteen year old girl to buy a house, not when her total provable wealth was just two hundred pounds.

The house was a wreck of a building too but Mark and I used it as a training ground in between jobs. I worked on the locks with tools that Mark got for me through the 'trade'. I worked diligently until I could pick standard door locks in just a few minutes; the high security locks took me an hour each, twice as long as it took Mark to defeat them. I even repaired my own roof; Mark thought that it would improve my skills if I practiced getting up onto my roof, forty foot above the ground without the help of a ladder or scaffolding.

I was having a blast, I left home every morning dressed in my office clothes and pretending to be miserable. I'd catch the commuter bus with all of the other drones but when they climbed the stairs into dull office blocks I headed out of town to the other side and to my ancient house with crumbling walls and windows. We did two or three burglaries a week; I was saving my proceeds to pay myself so it looked like I had a salary coming in and the rest I used to buy new windows and doors. The most expensive locks I could find but first I'd check how easy they would be to pick.

Along with my training to become a professional criminal Mark and I planned my revenge on Peter Fenton-Williams. In no time at all my house was finished and I moved out of home, I told my parents that I was renting the flat from a landlord for an exorbitant price. My dad helped me move in, he looked at the roof, "Is that roof okay, did the landlord have it checked out recently?"

"The roof is fine daddy, all the tiles are new, the roof was totally replaced just a few months ago."

"The boiler, when was that last checked out, is there a gas safe certificate anywhere?"

"The boiler is brand new; I've got all of the papers that the engineer left when he installed it."

"That girl in the flat down below you, she looks like a prostitute, are you sure that you'll be safe living above her?"

"That's Kelly Thatcher, she was in my class at school, she is a bit of a good time girl but I trust her!"

Yes, I'd brought Kelly back from the brothel she was working in down in London, Kelly had spent a few weeks working out of the flat that Steve and Mark got for her in Kettering but had been tempted by false promises by a pimp from London and had gone to work for him at his brothel in London. She wouldn't earn as much money in Kettering as she made in London but she'd keep more of what she made now that she was away from the pimp that was 'looking after her', I'd had an independent valuation on Kelly's flat so that she was just paying me the right rent and not a penny more.

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